Best Mudd Poems

the days of a man 
recklessly spending 
his chivalry 
expecting to cuddle 

are wasting away 
I think that they're ending 
now he's a fool 
with...

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This old House
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This old house, clinks and clanks
some things are broke, and then some aint
Fix it up before it  breaks
this old house.

Could be made...

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Tonight I walk alone
For no apparent reason
I have friends who care for me
But I had to get out of the bar
I couldn’t stand the band...

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look me in my eyes but dont show signs of fear 
 
call me with a whistle thats how i know your here
 
walk me...

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Recurrent sneezing fit courtesy freshly mowed grass

circa June 20th, 2022
prompted me to stutter 
self addressed rapid fire gesundheit
nsync with, spluttering
“I don't have any allergies!”

An infinitesimal...

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The summer brings out a multitude of things
   from blossoming trees to colourful flowers
       onto music festivals,glastonbury...

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My ebbing physical prowess and strength

noticeably decreases in one direction.

I take lock, stock and barrel 
to revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state...

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I Am by Tonya Mudd

I am a loving girl who loves to read and write.
I am always trying to do what's best.
I am regretting some...

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1. Kelly Lune:
silk rose under dome
opaque glass
thwarted love preserved


2. Jack Collom Lune:
the faded corsage
under a dusty glass dome—
missed spring ball

NOT FOR CONTEST
POET'S NOTES
The lune (aka...

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I take stock and revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body electric of troubadour
now seated at his Macbook Pro
today...

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Why du girls date hoemoe sapeins ? Us hetiroe sapeins are better !

It's like cumpairing : water and 7-up . 7-up is wetter !


And why...

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YOU DRAG ME THRU THE MUDD,PICK ME UP,AND REPEAT THE PROCESS. 

YET,I CONTINUE TO STAND STRONG AS A STATUE. 

BUT I CANT ACKNOWLEDGE MY PROGRESS....

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rebirthing in your weeping womb
again white dove from the
refuge of my failing vis-
ion leaps to the mudd-
y moon for a bite yo-
ur reflections in my
drunken...

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Cuts and bruises cover 
my legs and arms
All  has fallen silent to me 
for a bomb went of next to me 
mudd,smutt and blood...

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Africa rains
Who reigns 
Raise Me Up from a tribe
 A group of traveling white men gave me a ride 
Brought us the African to this...

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